Take Me
The bench made an impression
From my sparse weight
It had flaccidly laded
The burden
Of cradling me
In my bleak
Trampling,
And these cigarette buds
Swiftly incinerated
My lips, lungs,
Held by abeyance
In a swinging loose noose
The leaves zither and squander
As my eyes slow danced
With the hands
Of time
And days thawed to nights,
Nights coagulated
To weeks,
And drudgery was
Born in an effortless labor
The walls closed and shivered
The windows flipped
Like a page of
A novel
And the door bawled
A peremptory invitation
Take me, anywhere you want.
Take me far,
Deep in the sun's skin
Let it burn my bones
But do not stare at me
Just stay
‘Til I am one
With the sun's arms
And my warmth can touch
Everything.
Take me close,
To a hostel room
Dim the lights and
Touch my face
Like a lacquer furniture
And tell me
About beauty.
Run your fingers down
And my frame would
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poem by Norman Santos
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